Three strapping young men clambered over the rocks
the waves crashed in off in the distance as they picked their way amongst rock pools
and invariably stubbed their piggy wiggies
Strapping no.1 says "are you sure this is a good idea?"
Strapping no.2 says "of course it is... what could possibly go wrong, you big girls blouse?!"
Strapping no.3 says "oh wow, check out the crab in here!"
Strapping no.2 says "that's not a crab, that's your mother'
Strapping no.1 stares worriedly at the rushing grey clouds and then at the booming waves
Strapping no.2 looks at Strapping no. 1 with open contempt
Strapping no.3 remains fixated with the crab, trying to make out the resemblance to his mother...
They found a rock pool big enough to jump in
Stripped down to their smalls and looked at about...
their smalls lurched back in fear
They each carefully placed their smalls in a colour co-ordinated row in a rock with the best view of the water, cooing gently to them
Despite their strappingness, the young fellows knew how to take care of their smalls...
One big hair flapped about purposefully
Glad to be away from the grind of the mill
He couldn't see the bar, nor the one at it....
It seemed a long time since the Strappings strode down that fateful boulevard
Indeed, it seemed it was another life...
Suddenly there was a splash and a yelp
This wasn't turning out at all how they had hoped...
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